THE KNIVES EDGE | M R ✔︎

FIFTEEN ⁂ WRATH

It's shouting that wakes me up from my nap.

Angrily, I push myself out of my bed and head for the stairs, wiping the sleepiness away from my eyes.

"Spencer Grayson Wrath and Nathaniel Redford Wrath, I swear to Merlin if you don't stop screaming, I'm going to hex your balls off!" I shout, stomping down the stairs.

My bare feet slap against the tile of the marble floor as I turn into the doorway of the living room. The sight before me has me stopping short. Nate and Spencer are pointing at the wall beside me, shouting at Jace and Mattheo.

My eyes nearly bulge out of my head and I feel my cheeks twinge pink at the sudden awareness of my lack of clothing. I'm wearing one of Jace's t-shirts which ends mid-thigh, and purple lace underwear.

"Oh." I whisper, looking around the room.

Jace is in front of Mattheo protectively as Nate and Spencer threaten him from across the room. My hands curl into fists as I march into the room, my anger rolling off of my body in waves.

"Listen here, you fucking fools." I snap at them, pointing in Nathan's face as I step up to him. "We're out of Hogwarts for four more weeks. This gives me all the time in the world to torment you both. If you don't drop this fucking feud, I'll bury both of you alive."

Spencer scoffs from beside our older brother, rolling his eyes at my threats. "Easy for you to say when he fucked the fight out of you."

My mouth falls open in shock, my eyebrows shooting upwards. "Excuse me?"

"Don't talk to her like that!" Mattheo snaps, pointing at Spencer threateningly. "I told you that last time you opened your big ass mouth to say something snippy, didn't I?"

Jace's face contorts to that of rage. He glares daggers at Spencer and Nathan turns around to gape at his younger brother, clearly unaware of his statements from beforehand.

"This is something that's been said before?" Jace asks lowly, tilting his head angrily.

I roll my eyes, crossing my arms over my chest. "It doesn't matter. What matters is that Riddle is here for the next four weeks. I don't want to listen to you two jumping down one another's throats every damn day."

Mattheo's eyes soften as he looks over to me, he drops his hand and I could've sworn I'd seen the hint of a smile.

Nate nods in agreement with my words, though he focuses his gaze on Mattheo. His jaw ticks but he doesn't say another word.

"Glad that's settled. Riddle, I'll show you to your room." I tell him, tilting my head towards the stairs.

"Put some pants on while you're there." Spencer says as I turn out of the room, Mattheo hot on my tail.

"Fuck off! I'm in the comfort of our home. If you can walk around in boxers and a t-shirt, I can, too!" I shout back, my bare feet rapidly climbing the steps.

I lead Mattheo through the second story, giving him a small tour of who's rooms are who's. And then we reach mine at the end of the hall, his right across. I push the door open, allowing him inside. The walls are charcoal gray with an emerald green accent wall just behind the cream-colored bed. A black fur carpet lays beneath the bed frame, overtop the mahogany wooden floors.

A dresser is off to the side, directly next to the walk-in closet and the bathroom. There's two floor-to-ceiling windows on either side of his bed which illuminate the room, bookshelves mirroring the window placements.

Everything he'd packed is already sorted through thanks to our house elf, Lyla. His books are all on the shelves and his clothes are slotted away between the closet and the dresser. The bathroom is full of toiletries and the flowers on the dresser have been replenished.